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"Honey, let me in" Spike asked, his voice as seductive as he could get it under the circumstances.

"Go away" she yelled, her sobs soon again filling the room.

"Buy her some chocolate" Anya offered, munching a handful of popcorn.

"Or something sexy to wear" Buffy volunteered, before making a face, "Wait, how often does she wear anything anyway?"

"Do you have any chocolate sauce?" Xander asked, taking a bite of popcorn.

"Chocolate sauce on your popcorn?" Riley asked, making a face, "I think I may be sick."

"Why the hell are you all here again?" Spike demanded, glaring at the group gathered in the hall around him.

"Because" Buffy pointed out, "You called us when Willow locked herself in the room" she glanced at her watch "over two hours ago."

"I'm a fucking moron" Spike muttered, wondering why he had called them at all.

"Duh" Buffy said, grinning triumphantly "I've been telling you that for months!"

"Uh, Buff, he looks like he's ready to kill someone...I'd hush sweetie" Riley said, grinning at his girlfriend.

"He can't. Implant remember?" Anya said, taking another bite of popcorn as she leaned against the door. She looked at Spike, "Why is she in there again?"

"That damn letter" Spike hissed, throwing the crumpled up object at the ex-demon's feet.

"Spike, go away" Willow begged, crying as soon as the words had left her mouth.

Xander picked up the letter, reading it aloud, "State of Nevada sorry to inform you that Mr. Roger Davis, AKA Elvis, from the Allnighter Wedding Chapel has a lapsed license upon your marriage...blah blah blah....must register and re-perform the marriage for it to be legally recognized blah blah blah....you are not married until this action is taken....blah blah blah...."

"Shit! You two aren't married?" Buffy demanded, finally realizing the problem.

"No, we aren't" Spike said, glaring at the letter. "If I could find that damn prick, I'd rip his intestines out and tear his heart open."

"Why not get married again?" Anya asked.

"You bastard. You don't want to marry her do you? Now that you've had her these months" Buffy said, her hands curling into fists as she glared at the blonde.

"Not bloody likely" Spike said, knocking on the door again, "Open up, luv."

"Go away!"

Spike sighed loudly, "I told her we'd get married again. She started bawling and crying and throwing things.....next thing I knew she was hiding in the fucking room!"

"Did you ask her?" Riley asked, taking a sip of soda.

Spike's eyes narrowed, "Didn't know I was supposed to. Fuck, we've been shagging like bunnies for months....already thought we were married. What difference does asking make?"

Anya shook her head as Xander tsked tsked. "Poor misguided soul.....you didn't ask? You probably suggested running back to Vegas huh?"

"So what if I did?" Spike defended, looking at the sympathetic looks the humans gave him and glaring more.

"Spikey, honey," Buffy said, patting his arm, "she was drunk off her ass the first time you got married. Do you really think that's what she wants for her second wedding?"

Spike closed his eyes, making a face, "She should want something simple and quick. Hell, I'm a vampire. I don't do formal weddings."

"She wants what every little girl dreams of" Xander said, snickering. "I can see dressed in a tux, Blondie. Remind you of what you were buried in, huh?"

Spike's eyes opened to slit as he stared at the teen until Xander shifted uncomfortably. He then looked into the amused faces of the slayer and Anya, "She wants an actual....wedding?" he spat out the last word.

They nodded, "Uh huh....I'd bet so."

Spike groaned, "Why do I get the feeling this is going to be more trouble than it's worth?"

"Is it worth maybe losing Willow?" Riley asked innocently.

"Fucking hell" Spike cursed, turning to pound on the door as Buffy and the others smiled in amusement, "Pet, open up. I have to ask you something.....very important!"

**********

"Are you sure you're ok?" Spike asked.

Willow felt her face turn red as she remembered how stupidly she had acted. "Yes. I'm fine. It was just a horrible surprise....."

Spike nodded, "I know pet. Plus the timing...what, with all those female things you loathe discussing."

Willow glared at him, "No, you idiot. Finding out that we were never married!"

"Yeah, but you got all womanly and hysterical" Spike pointed out. Seeing the narrowing of her eyes, he groaned, "I'm not saying the right thing am I luv?"

"Would you like a shovel?" she asked politely, "so you can dig even deeper?"

"Do you want to marry me?" he asked suddenly, looking at her.

"What?" Willow asked, surprised at the doubts that clouded his eyes.

"Is that why you acted so weird? Because you don't want to be married to me?" he demanded, having to make sure.

"You are a stupid moron!" she yelled at him. "I love you Spike. Why on earth would you think I didn't want to marry you?"

"I'm a soulless sadistic demon" he said quietly. "Why would someone like you want to be bothered with me?"

"I love you" she repeated, taking his hand. "I want to be bothered with you forever. I can't imagine my life without you. I love being married to you...waking up in your arms.....It just was such a surprise to find out that it wasn't legal. Almost like I was having this fantastic dream and suddenly it was gone."

"You thought I wouldn't want you" he said, knowing her mind.

"Yeah" she said softly, smiling as she felt his fingers against her face.

"I love you Willow Anne Morgan" he said huskily, leaning over to kiss her. Pulling back, he smiled, "It would be an honor that I don't deserve if you would agree to become my wife.....again."

"You deserve" she said, tears in her eyes. "Gawd, I feel so sappy. I do love you Spike."

"So, a wedding huh? The entire white dress thing?" he asked, pulling her into his arms.

She settled against him, her head on his chest. "Nope. Just a small simple ceremony. Our friends and a justice of the peace. Don't really think white is all that appropriate considering the last few months. Maybe a pretty green or blue."

"You look smashing in green" Spike agreed. Then, smiling, he said, "Of course, you look even better naked. What do you say, pet? A natural ceremony?"

Willow laughed, "Remember? Buffy and the gang will be there. Does that mental image look appealing?"

He shuddered, groaning, "Well, that one just ruined the mood."

"I think we can fix that" she said, laughing softly as her hand drifted down his stomach.

**********

"So, you're really getting married" Buffy said, smiling.

"Yes. He asked me last night" Willow said, flushing as she remembered the night before.

"We were there" Anya reminded.

"Oh no....trust me, you weren't" Willow said smiling.

"Gawd, you two are like damn bunnies" Buffy said, laughing. "If that's married life, I can't wait."

"It's my married life, thank you very much" Willow said, sticking her tongue out at her friend.

"So, I get to be your maid of honor of course" Buffy said, "And Anya and I suppose Cordelia can be bridesmaids. Who is going to be best man?"

"Actually, we aren't planning a formal ceremony" Willow said, grimacing at that idea.

"It would have to be Angel" Anya said, ignoring Willow's words. "He is Spike's sire and all that stuff."

"I dunno, Will. I mean, best man and maid of honor usually dance. That might be weird for Riley." Buffy said.

"There isn't going to be a best man either" Willow said, "No formal ceremony. Just the gang and vows."

"But Riley can adjust. I can see why Spike would want Angel as his best man. Ok, we got that settled. Anya, did you bring the books?"

"Books?" Willow said weakly, looking between her two friends blindly.

"Here they are" Anya said, setting three large bridal magazines on the table. "I've already started marking dresses."

"Definitely something white and lacy" Buffy said, looking Willow over. "Daring without being too daring."

"I'm not wearing white" Willow said, groaning as they continued to plan her wedding without listening to her. "Why do I bother?"

**********

"This is becoming a nightmare" Spike said, looking at Willow.

"I know" she said, groaning.

"They want me to wear a tux. A tux!" he said, making a face.

"They've completely taken it away from us. I mean, Buffy is looking at this wedding dress that is like snow white with this damn hoop skirt. Looks like some cast off from Gone With The Wind. I am not wearing white!"

"I know pet" Spike said. "She's trying to get me into this black penguin suit."

"It's worse than Anya's ideas even" Willow said, shuddering. "She found this white dress that is held together by these thin straps and I swear the tablecloth has more material."

"Now....I could get into that one" Spike said, wriggling his eyebrows and grinning lasciviously.

"I can see if they have it in your size" she said sweetly.

"Red" he threatened, his eyes darkening slightly.

"Not now" she said, swatting his hand away. "I'm attempting to be miserable here and it doesn't really work with you trying to seduce me."

"Trying?" he said silkily, his hand on her leg.

"Spike!" she whined, "I'm being serious here. They are turning this into some big circus. I just wanted something simple."

"Don't look at me. I wanted to go back to Vegas" Spike said, reminding her.

"Don't gloat" she said crossly. "I'm beginning to wish we were just eloping."

He looked at her, smiling. "We could be in Vegas by morning."

She thought about it, wondering if she could just run out on her friends. They had been planning for the past two weeks and driving her completely insane by not listening to anything she wanted and instead planning their own weddings through her. She smiled at him, "First, I will allow you to seduce me. Then, we head to Vegas. Maybe since it will legal this time, they'll let me do the planning."

"Doubtful" Spike said, arching a brow, "Wait...Allow me to seduce you? What's the fun in that?"

"Should I refuse and play hard to get?" she asked, running her foot over the crotch of his jeans.

"Neh, just protest weakly a few times....make me feel like I'm winning ya" Spike said, moving against her foot.

"Ah, no Spike...not now...I'm toooooo tired" she said, grinning as he rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I'm not much of an actress."

"I can see that" he said, "Fine, we'll shag and then run away to Vegas. But, we're checking to make sure there is a license this time."

"You got it, hon" she said, "Now, what happened to that seducing?"

"Impatient little thing, aren't you?" he said, "Love you, Red."

"Vegas is waiting, Spike.....Shag now, mushy stuff later" she said, smiling as she was attacked by him, "Fine...fine....I love you too. Now, seduce me!"

**********

Willow looked at the ring on her finger and smiled, "I love you Spike."

"I know you do" he said, grinning as she tossed the pillow at him.

"That's real sweet" she said, glaring at him, her smile softening her words, "cocky bastard."

Spike smirked, "Know that too, luv." He laughed at her expression, "I love you too Mrs. Morgan."

"Legally Mrs. Morgan" she added, smiling.

"Legally" he repeated, moving towards the bed.

"I can't believe we let the same guy marry us" she laughed.

"Hey, I have fond memories of Elvis" Spike said defensively. "Besides, I checked to make sure his license was valid this time."

"It better be" she said, moving onto his lap.

"Can't believe the entire gang came with us" Spike grumbled, "Only they would ruin an elopement."

Willow laughed, "Hey, I think it was rather sweet that Xander figured me out well enough to know I'd run."

"Bloody moron" Spike said, smiling. He had known that Willow really wanted her friends to be at the wedding, she just hadn't wanted some huge deal like they were planning. So, he had managed to phone the moron and let him know they were eloping. Of course, he couldn't let Willow know he was that whupped. He'd never hear the end of it. That would be his little secret. "Some honeymoon....putting up with those idiots."

Willow laughed, "And don't forget Angel and Delia. I thought Buffy was going to faint when then they kissed."

"That was a high point" Spike said, laughing. "Dumb damn bitch."

"I have to admit, I can't wait to see the pictures of her face when Anya gets them developed." Willow added.

"Probably won't be able to see half of them" Spike griped. "That club was so dark. Besides, Peaches and I will be empty space."

"I can see the similarities" Willow said, giggling as he grabbed her. "Sorry, honey. I couldn't refuse that one....."

"Sorry honey" he mimicked. "I'll show you sorry."

"Spiiiike!" she yelled, laughing as he turned her over his knee. "Let me up!"

"Got to teach you some respect" Spike said, grinning at her. He swatted her ass, listening to her giggle as he smelled her obvious arousal. "Hmm....I think maybe twenty?"

"Spike! I'm sorry. Come on....let me up" Willow begged, squirming against his hard cock. "We're supposed to meet them for a honeymoon breakfast in the morning....."

"If you don't hush, I'll make it forty." he threatened with a smile.

She laughed as she felt him slap her ass again. "I give up. Please?"

"Nope." He said, spanking her again.

"I won't tell Angel you're the one that told Xander" she teased, squealing as he turned her to face him.

"What did you say?" he asked, his eyes narrowed.

"Spike, come on. I love Xander to death but he isn't the best one on drawing conclusions. And how on Earth would he suddenly decide that we were going to go to Vegas?" she laughed, "I'm not stupid. I love you dearly for getting them to attend our wedding. I know what that took for you to ask them."

"I don't think I like you knowing me that well" Spike said, smiling slightly. He couldn't resist asking, "Was it what you always dreamed of?"

Willow thought about it, "Marrying the man I love in front of all my friends. Yes, it was everything that I ever wanted. Even Elvis was fun."

"Good" he said, kissing her softly. "I love you, Red."

"Love you too" she said, kissing him back as they sank to the bed.

THE END